Wuyi Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the most myth-shrouded, government-protected, and palate-flamboyant member of the oo...

If every family tree has a patriarch, then the sprawling genealogy of black tea begins with a single, audacious leaf from the Wuy...

Tucked between the mist-laden loess hills of Dongting Mountain and the gentle ripples of Taihu Lake in Jiangsu Province, Biluochu...

If green tea is the fresh-faced scholar of Chinese tea and pu-erh the bearded sage, then yellow tea is the quiet prince who vanis...

Liu Bao, literally “Six Forts,” is the quiet genius of China’s dark-tea family. While Pu-erh grabs headlines, Liu Bao has spent f...

Tucked into the subtropical hills of northeast Fujian, where the Min River meets the East China Sea, a tiny county named Fuding g...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the stony, mineral whisper that lingers after swallowing an oolong—they are almost ...

Long before English breakfast blends and afternoon tea services filled drawing rooms from London to Calcutta, one small-leaf blac...

Longjing, literally “Dragon-Well,” is not merely a green tea; it is a liquid manuscript of Chinese history, landscape and craftsm...

Tucked high on the mist-veiled slopes of Mt. Meng in Sichuan province, Meng Ding Huang Ya has been quietly radiating a soft golde...